No regrets

I was asked if I regret certain moments from my life, and if I would want to change them. My answer has been the same for a long while now:

No regrets.

They trap us in the past, chain us

to an

illusion. They keep us from moving forward and being free

Regrets make us miserable

Every choice we make and every decision we make leads us to where we

are.

with every action, we grow and with every connection too,

Good or bad – life is a chain of lessons.

No regrets.

This is the theory of the Butterfly Effect. Long before I even knew that my way of thinking has a label – a name, I lived by it. I would not change a thing about my life. Not even the worst ordeals I experienced. Everything shaped me to be the person I am today. But, I also admit that with this in mind, it can be hard to make choices. I tend to overthink and overanalyse most situations. How I react and what I do might always be logical or relatable for others, but it is for me.

This, of course, clashes with my statement that I am an impulsive writer, which I truly am. My poems are not sophisticated; they are not reworked and rewritten until every word has been changed a thousand times. No, I write the words that come to my mind and seldom go back to change them. Once in a while, I feel as if I wrote the same poem since 2015. It’s the same theme, the same words, just different days. But… Here too, no regrets.